i hate it when kids stare at me.

i hate it when they ask their parents whats wrong with me.

i hate it when they ask me whats wrong with me.

i hate it when people assume i have cancer.

i hate all the blank stares.

i hate the snickers.

i hate the pointing.



i hate not being accepted.



i hate not having hair.



i love my friends who never notice im bald.

i love my family who never snicker or point.

i love my dad who has alopecia… Continue